Strapped in Their Seat: A Lioness Story (for ThatPolishDude)

[Malkavia]

Match type: Hentai (Win by forcing opponent to orgasm)

Special Equipment: A flogger, 2m of rope, a pair of handcuffs, and a strapon are available in a gray felt sack in the northwestern corner of the ring (adjacent to both wrestlers’ starting positions)



On the other side of a curtain lay a slice of the Real World. A match. A hentai match. Was there anything more intoxicating than a first hentai match? Some might worry, might picture themselves being made into Meat. But not Shimmer. After several weeks’ training, rehearsing, costuming, performing, she was ready to meet the Real World and slide between its lips her supple fey tongue.

The announcer called Shimmer’s name and her theme blared to life.

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The Matron of Mischief glided from the dark in her new outfit, a cloud-white dress of the Sky Court that exposed along her sides an unbroken line of naked skin. Through the pink smoke billowing in her trail, the audience would get a gander at bare feet, naked calves, tight thighs, and a navel gleaming in the spotlight. Even her breasts, bobbing with each step in their spider-silk lace, sat just contained in their cups, ready at the least provocation to spill over like foamy heads of hot milk.

And then she was in the ring, grinning her Cheshire grin, with her glass smoking-pipe in the shape of a butterfly puffing pink smoke and hanging from the left side of her mouth, like nothing had changed. “Salutations, human-folk of the Eastern Hemisphere of this earthly plane!”

The usual call—and the usual lollygagging response. A few shouts, a laugh or two, but mostly quiet. Shimmer’s jaw tightened.

“Well let me cut to the chase. Your girl over there...” She nodded in the direction of Alicja, Alicja of Madeleine’s dossier, Alicja the model and the young lioness and the partner and the rival. ”She’s a model, you know. Which means, she’ll have a pretty set of bodily orifices, ey? Can’t you just picture ‘em, all round, and pink, and wet, and soft ‘n tender-like?” Now more of the boys in the seats were actually looking at her. The Meat eaters. The marks. Shimmerlace blew a pink smoke ring, then inhaled it through her nose so, for a moment, she appeared to have a bullring connecting her nostrils. Then she grinned and let it pour out between her teeth. ”Gimme a shout lads. Which hole’s the strapon going into first?”

It was hard to catch through the clamor and varied vocabulary, but it seemed like some version or other of backdoor took the winning vote.

[ThatPolishDude]

It had to happen eventually but Alicja just couldn't understand why it had to be in her second ever match. She couldn't back out, hentai matches were in her contract but with so many people...
She took a few deep breaths, she couldn't allow herself to panic, not now.'Push it down, you are good at that at least' She thought to herself as the breathing exercises kicked in, letting her calm down enough to put on her usual persona.

Looking at the tv backstage and watching her opponent's entrance she got nervous. 'Didn't we join around the same time? She already has an entrance like this and they didn't even let me workshop anything of my own... Well, I'm not going to top that' She thought and took a last sip of water as Shimmer was finishing her little speech. Now was her time to enter.

Some generic track that could be ripped out of almost any metal album blared out. 'Of course, they didn't use the song I chose' A thought passed threw her mind as she got onto the stage. No flashy movements no special effects but Alicja knew how to make a show just out of looking relaxed and she was doing her best now. She stopped at the edge of the ramp and slid her shades down to the tip of her nose, looking around before taking them off and walking down towards the ring, passing the shades to one of the people reaching out as she went.

Once she got to the ring she climbed the iron steps and slid between the middle and top ropes before getting to her corner and waving to the audience. Then she would turn to her opponent and smile, a perfect picture of someone who had no worries in the whole world. Perfect but fake.

[Malkavia]

The lights always dim, and there is a space, perhaps only a second or less, of pause where the wrestler in the ring stands in the shade and the stillness before the most exciting moment—the opponent reveal. Then the music cuts in, whether a whisper or a roar, and the lights bathe the space in...an expressive something. Deep pink shade, blood red light, demon black fog. LAW was the greatest sports promotion in the world because whereas most promotions carved the individual performer down to a gray mote of talent, LAW added to mere skill colour, definition, extension on a broader dramatic canvas.

Then there was Alicja.

Shimmerlace leaned back into her corner and stared down her opponent. At The Vampire’s instructions, she had made herself familiar with her opponent. Or tried to. The bare facts were there: The Pixie’s opponent was strong, slow, and green, plus other technical sports analysis nothings. But what colours would she paint the ring? Shimmerlace stared down her muscled opponent...and got nothing but smooth, gray ocean surface.

”The following contest...”

DING DING DING!

A weight settled on the contestants. Throughout the match, audience attention might drift. A woman in a short skirt might wander her eyes from the ring to the girl whose hand rested on her thigh, while the fat man in the business suit would take a beat to purchase and enjoy his beer. But for these few seconds, every one of the cunts was a mark, anticipating the start of a sexfight.

“Right!” The Pixie of the Pink Parade smoothed back her cherry blossom hair, stretched an arm, then clapped her hands. “Time to see if this bleeder over here’s...” On the word here, Shimmer launched from her corner. The air whipped past her face as she charged full gallop, fist wheeled back for a flying punch. “...got any sparkle to her aside from beef...fuckin’...jerky!”

Shimmer was painting a picture of an spring shower blowing up all thunderous on Alicja with a torrent of face-crushing strikes. But she had no intention of bringing any reality to that picture. The moment she stepped inside Alicja’s punching range, she’d slide on down on her ass over the canvas like a batter sliding into first base, aiming to duck a blow and then keep on charging—past Alicja, then towards the bag of hentai goodies in the corner.

[ThatPolishDude]

As the moment the fight would start grew closer, Alicja could feel her heart pounding, her whole world compacted in this confined space. Somehow it didn't feel reassuring at all, the notion of being watched was still firm in her mind.

Then the bell, words coming her direction, and her oponent rushing. Before she could think she rose her hands and stepped to the side to avoid the punch. Then rating her forearm to cut Shimmer off her feet. It met only empty air as the pixie slid down. Not going for an actual engagement but straight for the bag. Alicja would now rush towards Shimmer, hoping to capitalize on her turned back she would aim a kick at her back to try and push her to the corner

[Malkavia]

The kick missed, but it was sickeningly close. Shimmer had half-occupied her mind with unfastening the chord the kept the goody bag scrunched up. As she turned around towards Alicja (backpedaling along the ropes all the while), instinct alone made the Pixie suck in her gut as Alicja’s strike grazed her navel with a painful heat.

“Oop oop ow! Spicy foot, spicy foot—“

Slow the model might have been, but that kind of rib-crushing power needed land only once, a tension in the space that deflated the Feychild’s grin a few milliliters. It wasn’t that the danger roiled so unique, but rib-crushing, in a hentai match? Now that rang a bit menacing.

So what have we got here anywho? The colours in the flash of a look Shimmer got were disappointing. Silver cuffs, black flogger, black rope. But no time to really dig in. Shimmer kept dancing away from Miss Pie-something-unpronounceable-wicz at a pace she hoped was safe.

“C’mon Beefcake, keep up, don’t want the seats getting’ bored!“

As the Seelie Scout thus beat a backtreading retreat, she grabbed the cuffs out of the bag, stuffed them three quarters of the way down the left cup of her costume’s chest piece, and slung the rest of the bag purse-like over her left shoulder.

[ThatPolishDude]

Missed, not good but at least for now, the pixie was too busy with the bag to do anything but damn she was fast. Then the comment about keeping up made her sigh.

"Stop running, it's supposed to be a fight, not playing tag."

Then she lounged forward to grab the pink head in an attempt to tackle her to the ground. She hoped that the bag was distracting enough to let her do that and put the end to the silly chase they were having.

[Malkavia]

Then the pinkette turned on the ball of her foot and opened wide her arms, in a single motion tossing the bag out of reach and embracing Alicja. As the two of them tumbled to the mat, Shimmerlace felt the confusing tangle of their bodies—at the back of her head a painful tug around a knot of her hair, on her face the wet heat and musk of her opponent’s breath, below her waist pairs of thighs sliding, then catching, sticky with hot then cool dampness.

Up to this point the gray ocean did not permit itself to be plumbed, had refused to offer anything but shallow smiles and peevish logic. As they rolled, Shimmerlace aimed to touch her opponent’s lips to her own and slip in her tongue. She wanted to slide inside the model, swim around, feel her soft tongue and the keen edge of her fangs, and taste whatever sweet or salty, scarlet or aquamarine something the gray surface hid.

[ThatPolishDude]

Alicja did not expect her words to work, even less so to be embraced like she was as they fell down in tangle of limbs. Their lips met as ther rolled, sudden panic filling her chest but passing as she fell deeper int the kiss, for a moment letting Shimmer take the lead. That, however was just a moment as she would then wrap her arms around the pinktte's body to bring her closer and roll. Once on top she would then move to spread her arms wide as she pinned the pixie to the mat and rose slightly.

As their eyes met again, the panic returned, replacing whatever feeling drove her to get where she was. Her eyes darted around in clear confusion, trying to think of what was she actually supposed to do. "Fuck..."

[Malkavia]

Shimmerlace had read stories about fair folk who grew delicate antennae, like tiny green stems, out of their heads. By touching their feelers to those of their kin, something in the gray between ideas and feelings could pass between them. Shimmer thought about these tall tales as her lips touched Alicja’s. At first a shock ran through her opponent’s body. When a body has been shaped by training and natural gifts as thick as this woman’s, even a shudder is like a tremor, and Shimmer could feel Alicja’s shoulders tense like rock under her arms. But then, like ice melting, a shift. The two of them held each other like one might a kitten, gentle, careful not to spook. Alicja’s lips became soft, accessible, and Shimmerlace gave a tiny moan through her pixie smile as their lips parted. Quietly. Smack.

Such was the delight of a few seconds. Then, before the Seelie Scout knew what had changed, she found herself thrust onto the mat, hands pinned like the wings of a scientist’s butterfly, opponent looming. Ah, yes! To be expected. Such a moment against such an opponent was always a matter of course, which was why she had kept the chase going only long enough to arm herself. And now for the real test, to see whether a fairy could counter whatever lustful schemes this sexy ogre, this shapely orc could bring to the mat...

...Except no such scheme was forthcoming. Instead, Alicja seemed to have...forgotten to breathe.

“Look, eh...“ Shimmer lifted first her left, then her right legs, trying to wrap them out and then over the top of Alicja’s calves. Skin felt pleasant on skin, and a—what was it called now? A fish-hook? Hook? Whatever—being able to tug Alicja’s legs apart with her own might be useful later. “I know your work is all fancy modeling and the like, but the money shots in this game...Well I fancy they’re a bit more dynamic, you know? Action shots, like, ya dig?“

[ThatPolishDude]

Alicja struggled to think straight. It wasn’t that she didn’t know what to do, oh no. In fact, she could hardly restrain the thoughts of all the things she could do to the pixie now trapped under her, it felt as if something was clawing at the back of her skull, trying to get free. It took a lot to keep her cool in a situation like that.

Then the words came to her, crashing through that momentary haze and getting her mind back into action. "Yeah, I know.” She said in a slightly irritated tone, getting her out of focus enough to have one idea slip from whatever was waking up in her mind and put it straight to the action.

Her hands moved to pin the Pixie’s arms above her head in such a fashion as to make it possible for Alicja to keep hold of them with just one of hers. Then her hand moved to the pinkette’s chest, fingers making their way under the fabric. Just then she came back to her senses, she knew she was doing what she should in the match like that but she didn't really think to do any of it. She froze, confused at what was going on with her at this moment.